Orochimaru's Allah's Lamp

At the end of the meeting, Orochimaru and Hizashi and his son left the Hokage room one after the other.

At this time, the night was dark, but the sky was clear and transparent, with stars and bright moonlight covering the human fireworks.

Turning into an alley and walking into the shadows, Orochimaru suddenly turned around and looked at Hizashi who had been following him with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"The incident happened suddenly. You seem to be unable to accept it. You have accumulated a lot of dissatisfaction with me in your heart?"

Hizashi was slightly startled and quickly denied, "How could it be possible? I know very well that Orochimaru is saving me. If not..."

"But you seem more willing to accept your own sacrifice."

Orochimaru interrupted him, looking directly at Neji's father with burning eyes.

Under this fascinating sight, it seemed as if everything about him was seen through. Hizashi's words were stuck in his throat and he was unable to speak. He hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Yes!"

"Unbelievably stupid!"

Orochimaru was straightforward and made his evaluation without mercy. Hizashi lowered his head and smiled bitterly after hearing this.

"Short-sighted, only looking at temporary gains and losses, what do you think will be the consequences of doing this?"

Orochimaru smiled, but the smile looked very sarcastic,

"It can be seen that Neji respects you very much. He not only regards you as a father, but also as a role model. He may have said something about 'I want to be a father in the future'. Guess, if you are like an object now

Like, how would he feel about dying easily for the Zong family's mistakes?"

Hizashi froze on the spot, holding Neji's hand tightly.

"Boys, young people...before they have real wisdom, they only have two attitudes towards things, right and wrong."

Orochimaru's voice was erratic, as if he was remembering the long past, but he soon recovered from this emotion and turned his gaze to the unconscious child.

"Ningji is still young, but he has such resilience and good talent. There is a high probability that he will look down on the clan, which is so weak that it is disgusting."

"He will choose no!"

Hizashi looked down at Neji, his eyes fluctuating. Orochimaru saw it accurately. This was also his opinion.

"But the path of 'denial' is not that easy to follow."

"His mother will persuade him, his companions from the separated family will persuade him, the people in the clan will force him, and the people in the village will not approve."

"Because this is the path his father chose. If Ning wants to deny it, the first person he has to deny is his own father."

Orochimaru said calmly, "He respects you very much, so this process is destined to be very painful."

Hizashi suddenly clenched his fists and his body couldn't stop shaking.

"Of course, there is also a possibility that Neji's mother foresaw this kind of thing and asked your compatriot's brother to let him conceal part of the facts so that Neji could only know that his father was sacrificed by the clan."

The corners of Orochimaru's lips curled up slightly, "Although you have to fight against everything around you, at least you don't have to deny your father first."

Hizashi was shocked and his face was as pale as paper.

He knew very well that Orochimaru was right. With his wife's temperament and his brother's compassion, things were likely to develop to this point.

Such a future...

"However, although the probability is very small, there is another possibility."

Orochimaru smiled, "It's just that Neji respects you more than he thought. He accepted your sacrifice, and therefore accepted the fate of dividing the family. Then in a certain future, like you, like a weed, for

The Zong family died easily."

"Do you like this future, Hizashi?"

The voice was very low, but when it fell into Hizashi's ears, it was like a powerful bell, deafening and enlightening.

He collapsed to the ground, as if all his strength was being wiped out by these words.

Hizashi's face twisted for a while, his expression was like that of his brother, acting out a doomsday scene.

He is not afraid of what consequences he will have. Over the years, he has accepted what he should have accepted in his heart.

But Hizashi was afraid that the same fate would happen to Neji again.

To him, that was a scene more cruel than hell.

Fortunately, such a future will never happen again. Hizashi panted heavily for a moment before his nerves came to his senses, and he suddenly realized that those were just Orochimaru's speculations, and they were speculations that would never happen again.

Hizashi hurriedly stood up from the ground and said in surprise, "Lord Orochimaru, I made you laugh."

No wonder he was so rude just now, it was just what Orochimaru said, as if he had witnessed the future scene with his own eyes and moved it in front of him frame by frame.

Even now, when I think about it again, I still have lingering fears and an unreal feeling.

"Haha, 35 million taels, now I know it will be well spent."

Orochimaru turned around and stepped into the darkness, leaving only a voice echoing in his ears,

"I fulfilled your wish as agreed."

Hizashi's eyes heated up, and he bowed deeply towards where Orochimaru stretched out his arms.

…

On a treetop, Orochimaru looked at the full moon in the night sky and asked,

"Hyuga Hizashi's wish has come true. How is it now? How is the collection of wish power?"

"It's not bad. I've made up for the previous accounts and there are still some leftovers."

The Djinn rubbed his chin, with a clear look of joy on his face, "Tsk, tsk, tsk... I didn't expect you to perform so well. People's hearts are treacherous, and it's not easy for Hizashi to recognize your actions from the bottom of his heart.

Do it."

"It's not my thing."

Orochimaru shook his head, "Your speculation about Neji's future is very clear and convincing."

"That's true."

The Djinn accepted Orochimaru's compliment calmly and said with a smile, "But thanks to the surplus of wish power this time, the Zanpakutō you rejected before has a chance to be put on the agenda again."

Orochimaru's expression changed, "There is no risk?"

After finally recovering from his soul's injuries, he was very resistant to dividing his soul, and he didn't want to have it injured again just to gain another ability.

"Don't worry. Rough skill reproduction is an immature ability of mine, but realizing wishes is essential work."

The djinn patted his chest, "I am a qualified djinn."

Orochimaru glanced at the Djinn and had no comment on what he just said, but a soul-based ability was still extremely attractive to him.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "My sword skills are average and I am not good at close combat. Can I replace my Zanpakutō with other soul abilities?"

"You misunderstood. Zanpakutō sword is just a name. What kind of thing it is depends on personal characteristics."

The Djinn smiled and said, "Just like my previous host, Omaegami, his Zanpakutō turned into a giant spiked meteor hammer when it was first unlocked."

"Other Zanpakutō, such as Zaihou's long whip, Komamura Zuozhen's armor Meio... there are all kinds of them, just to name a few."

"A knife is such an inconvenient thing, don't worry, there is no need to have any scruples."

Orochimaru thought for a moment, nodded and said, "That's fine."

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I have always felt that Hizashi was very happy to die early, both during his lifetime and when he was reincarnated in the filthy land.